Soulmate Cats

Think about all your cats, and decide if you have a soulmate cat. If so, tell us about the cat and what it is that makes the cat your soulmate. I will post mine later in the thread.

My Rainbow Bridge kitty, Chynna was definitely my "soul mate kitty."

I've had 7 kitties and while I loved them all, I had a very, very special bond with Chynna.

Wow, that is a question I have actually thought about before. I have always been connected with every kitty in my life in different ways, however my bond with Maia and her with me is so beyond any other relationship I have had with any other. Maia is my soul mate, and I often think she has had a human past life, or me a past kitty life, or both! The respect, love, and trust we have between one another is something I have only felt with her, we learn from each other every day. She completes me

Max, the black and white tuxedo cat, in my signature went to the Rainbow Bridge July 2005. He was my soulmate cat. Whan I got him, I hated him because he was so different than any cat I ever had. I put signs in the local store and ads in the newspaper trying to give him away. He had to be in the middle of everything happening. He opened door, drawers, and cabinets. He did things cats aren't supposed to do and was the smartest cat I had ever seen. He walked on the treadmill with me and took showers with me. He slept in the bathroom sink and never moved when someone washed their hands. He barked like a dog then took off on a mad run through the house. I taught him to play hide and seek. I would say, "Max, I am going to hide from you." He would wait while I went to hide, then he would go all over the house until he found me. He never forgot how to do that. He would open the cabinet under the sink in the kitchen. His previous owners told me that is where they kept the catfood. Sometimes they would forget to feed him and then he would open the kitchen cabinet and turn over the catfood. So when he did that at my house he was hungry, looking for where he thought the food ought to be. Somewhere along the line, I mellowed or he changed because I learned that I loved him very very much. When he left, a piece of my heart went with him. I will forever miss him. I love my cats and each one is special, but I lost my soulmate when I lost Max.

Even though i fell in love with Flash and she loves me Sooty is my soulmate kitty! he knows when something is wrong and is always snuggling with me and purrs on sight of me

My soul-mate was Spooky....


I rescued Spooky from a snowbank, in January 1983. She was the only remaining kitten of a feral cat that I had been feeding that winter. She was so terrified of me, that she bit right through my thumbnail...but she was too weak to fight and get away. I took her to the vet, and he told me that she was about 6 months old, but had the weight and development of a 6 week old kitten. She had a terrible upper respiratory infection, and frost-bitten ears and paw pads....he gave me some antibiotic drops, but told me to not get my hopes up. I kept her in the warm basement, away from my husband's cat. She was so weak that she never moved from the bed that I made for her. I had fed her, and gave her the medicine. Once she was well enough to move, she hid. I'd find her and feed her. Eventually, she came to trust me enough to not hide.

When she became healthy enough to come upstairs, she was absolutely glued to me. She'd follow me so closely that my flip-flops would slap her face! She slept in the crook of my arm at night. We absolutely adored each other!

Okay...that's as far as I can go right now...I'm sobbing. It's been just over 10 years since she passed. I miss her so much...

Joey was my soulmate kitty, but he passed on 12/18/09, and the other day, an animal attempted to exhume him - it reached the level of my hair (I cut off my waist-length hair in a tradition of mourning and put it over him) and the animal gave up. So, I'll try to post later.
Also, last night, I discovered my husband and the associate attorney's wife's cars at a hotel and she (on the phone, the cowards wouldnt' come out, he was too scared to talk to his associate) admitted the affair is physical, not just emotional....OMG, I need my Joesters now

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Also, last night, I discovered my husband and the associate attorney's wife's cars at a hotel and she (on the phone, the cowards wouldnt' come out, he was too scared to talk to his associate) admitted the affair is physical, not just emotional....OMG, I need my Joesters now

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Well, I kind of have 2. Imhotep is MOMMY'S boy. He is so in tune with my emotions and is always around when I need him, like he knows when to be there. He looks right into my eyes when I talk to him and is SO intelligent.

Lately though, Dana says I am completely enamored, head over heels in love with Pria, and it is so true. She is NEVER far from me, and is almost always on me if I am sitting down and meows at me to pick her up if I'm standing. She snuggles right into me, and also looks me right in the eye when I'm talking to her. We literally worship each other. Dana says she obviously sees me as her mother. She paws my face gently when I talk to her as well.

Trout is my one and only. Not even sure I would get another cat after her.

I never used the term "soul mate" for her; but my RB girl Glory and I were especially close. She was a one-person cat and with me through some really rough times growing up. She was always on my side; always loved me. I miss her constantly still. My furry angel in disguise!

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Trout is my one and only. Not even sure I would get another cat after her.

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This is how I feel about my kitty only I am sure I wouldn't want another another cat. I really hope she stays around for as many years as possible with us.

I love all my kitties, but my darling Fred was my soulmate kitty. We rescued him out of a tree in front of our house and he spent the night. He left the next morning and came back with his brother. Brother stayed 7 years and moved in with the elderly gentleman down the street that had recently lost his wife.
Fred was kind of a funny looking little guy, a yellow tabby, you couldn't tell by looking at him that he was a pampered lapcat. He was my nurse when I was sick, my buddy when I was lonely, my protector from dogs in the yard, and a great dancing partner. (He loved to be held while I would dance and sing to him.) Music critic, feline tenor, terrorizer of squirrels, and my constant companion for 18 years. He was a gentle soul and loved kittens. He would kitten sit for the momcats in the neighborhood so often that I put a box on the porch for his little charges. He would clean and cuddle them, and often had a case of what we referred to as the redbelly from a frightened kitten using him for a pacifier. He brought home several orphans and raised them, we kept them, and he was daddycat forever to them.
He had FIV, but never passed it to any of his little family. When he could no longer be Fred, and had no more quality of life, the hard decision was made to put him out of his pain and dispatch him to the Bridge. I held him in my arms while he passed quietly. There is not a day that I do not miss him.

As much as I love all my kitties, my soulmate cat is definitely my oldest, Katie, who's 17. She was my first cat, and I've had her since she was a tiny, orphaned kitten. We've been through a lot together (nothing bad, just a lot of life changes) and Katie has been a loving, steadfast presence through it all. She's always been very healthy, but a recent health scare (she's fine for now), was really a wake up call and a reminder of how much Katie means to me.

I have absolutely adored all my cats, but I would say Odamae, a long hair black and white. I had never seen the movie Ghost, so just made up the name! She was portly, with short little legs. Beautiful face and plume of a tail.

She just showed up one day. My dad always used to tease me because in the beginning, I made her a bed in the barn. What was I thinking?????

I went through a rough time for a bit and when she would see me weep, she would race over to me and lay next to my face and lick the tears! I could use her as I write this.

We would go for walks in the woods. I'd just say, "come on Oda" and she would waddle behind me the whole way. She would always stop to roll on an old root. Don't know what that was about. She would take another trail home and we would meet in the same place each time.

My dad always said she was one of our dead ancestors! Almost human, but without any of the bad qualities we are known to posess.

She lived a good long life and is buried behind our barn along with many of her friends. That is where I will also be when my time comes.

My beautiful girl....I will always love you and never forget your love for me.

Banshee was my soul kitty....she was the love of my life and I adored that girl. Whatever she wanted, she got. She ruled the house with a velvet paw. We've always had six cats at one time, but she truly was the Queen and all the other kids knew that.

Banshee slept with me, in my arms, at night. If I was already asleep and she wasn't in bed, when she came to bed, she would walk right up between DH and me, sit down, and start to purr. If that didn't work, she'd start to pat my hair, trying to get me to roll over to face her. DH said that he watched this more than once and that, in my sleep, I would roll over, lift the bed covers, pull her into my arms, pull the covers back up, kiss her, and tell her that I loved her....without ever waking up. DH would come to bed, see Banshee and me, and call us his Cuddlebugs. I can't tell you how many times I woke up with my face in that girl's belly.

If I flopped down on a chair or the sofa, she was right there. I'd lie down on the sofa with a book and soon her face would peek out from under the book. When I was baking in the kitchen, she would sit on a chair next to me and su-purr-vise me. I always have music playing and I would pick her up and dance with her, singing to the song. I know...it's crazy. But we did it. I'd be on the computer and she'd be in "her" chair next to me. She'd put up with the computer, but if I was on for too long, she'd start to chirp at me to get off.

I never went to the bathroom by myself.

I would take Banshee to visit my parents. I'd pack her food, water, Sip, litter pan, and toys and off we'd go. She and Ebony, my parents' black cocker spaniel would spend the day chasing each other through the house. When it got quiet, Mom and I would go back the hallway to their bedroom. And we'd see Banshee and Ebony, flopped together taking a nap.

Banshee and I would go for walks in the yard. She loved to go out on a leash, but then I got to the point where I would just hold her and walk around. She smelled all the trees and bushes and she was happy. We'd spend a summer night on the swing on the back deck; her in my lap and she'd watch the bugs and birds. One afternoon, I took her out with me to the hammock. She flopped on my belly and I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, she was still there...she had fallen asleep, too. I was very lucky that she didn't try to jump down!

When I exercised in the bedroom, I had to take her to DH in the living room b/c I was so afraid I'd hurt her with a dumbbell or a weight. She would stay with DH, but she wasn't happy about it. She could be asleep on his belly, but as soon as I'd walk out the hallway to the living room, she was wide awake and watching. I'd crook my finger and say, "C'mon, little girl", and she'd be off the couch and in my arms in a flash. DH always said she considered him second-best, but I was her first love.

She loved people. Friends would visit us and she'd plop her butt right in the middle of the living room so that they would notice her. (There was only one person she really didn't like....and that person had been a royal PITB from day one....she had good taste in people!) She spent most of the time flat on her back with that fluffy belly of hers all stretched out....she knew we couldn't resist that belly.

I could always feel her watching me....those gorgeous green-gold eyes of hers.
DH used to say that that girl worshipped me, that she worshipped the ground I walked on. But it was always the other way around. I loved that girl so much. It broke my heart when she passed away. DH was devastated, too....he adored her so much. She was Banshee....and we loved her so much.

We have always said that we may have 1,000 cats in our lives, but there will only ever be one Queen B.

My first soul mate cat was the first one I adopted as an adult - Hippocrates. We absolutely adored each other and there was nothing that we wouldn't do for each other. I lost him at age 13 to cancer and it broke my heart.

Next was Bogart, who I stumbled across in a Petsmarts. Someone's cat had just had kittens and she was giving them away. I asked which one was the most snuggly and oh my he certainly was. Bogart slept across my hair every night for 13 years until I lost him to CRF.

Of all my living cats, Muddy is closest to being a soul mate. It's not that I don't adore all my cats, its just that Muddy is completely in tune with my mood all the time. He actually became so stressed when a friend of mine died suddenly one day, that he blocked and had to be rushed to the ER that night. My stress triggered his stress. Since he has an auto immune disease that triggers crystals and blockages, I have to be very careful to hide my feelings from him. My vet is a bit surprised how I manage his condition. I just tell her that I can read him well and know when he is about to take a turn for the worse. You can't always do this unless there is a touch of soul mate working for you.

My beautiful Bodhi is most certainly my soulmate kitty. We have this amazing, certainly cosmic connection that can't really be described in words. We adore each other, and it was definitely love at first sight when I saw him at the humane society one Sunday afternoon. I wasn't even going to get a cat but I just wanted to go and play with the kittens but when I saw this big beautiful black and tan Maine Coon staring at me from his cage, I just instantly felt a spark between us. I can't describe it, but I had to get him out and hold him and pet him. We sat together in a chair there in the cat room and he immediately settled down and buried his face in the crook of my arm. It felt like my heart was just about to explode with love for him. I wanted to take him home immediately, but the shelter had to do vet references, etc. So, I went home and quickly prepared my apartment for him. I went and bought his litter box, food, toys, and a kitty bed for him. He came home the next night, and we have been inseperable ever since. A couple of months ago, he slipped out the back door when my roommate left it open on accident. I felt as though a piece of myself had died. I was simply lost without my precious Bodhi. Thankfully, he came back home after 2 days. I think he heard my cries and anguish at losing him and knew I needed him to come home.

Utu is my soulmate. Of course I love all of my cats, but Utu is 'the one'. He always knows if I'm sad and comes to comfort me, if I'm sick he will come to the bed an check up on me several times a night. He doesn't normally spend his time on the bed much, but if I'm not well he will come and curl up on me purring and kneading. He waits until I fall asleep and then goes to sleep on the floor next to the bed (I obviously wake up when he leaves, he does weigh 14lbs so I will notice if he walks on me, then I just pretend that I'm sleeping.. ). I try to hide the 'soulmateness' (is that even a word?) from the other cats, but I'm sure Utu knows his position.
After Casper was put to sleep (cancer), I've been having nightmares about Utu getting sick too.

I've had 3 soul-mate kitties.

The first was Tucker, a 6 month grey tabby that DH and I got from the pound 3 days after we were married. I adored him. We lost him at age 12 when he developed a blood clot in his femoral artery. He had a stroke during the surgery to remove the clot. We were living temporarily in a different town, and I couldn't bear the thought of burying Tucker there. We drove 40 miles to my parents' house so I could bury him in their garden.

Next was Winston, a tiny kitten who could have been Tucker's twin. We picked him up off the highway one night---his face was split open and his hip was broken. Poor Winston was such a mess. He had health issues his entire life; he died of kidney failure at age 13.

My 3rd soulmate was Belle, a gorgeous flame-point Himalayan that adopted us. She was about 5 years old when she showed up in our yard one night. Luckily, I was never able to find her owner. She was a princess thru and thru. We only had her for 2 1/2 years before we lost her to CRF. I held her in my arms for the last 5 hours of her life.

I've had so many cats, but these 3 touched my heart in a special way. I still miss them and cry when I think of them (and Tucker has been gone since 1986, Winston since 1999, Belle since 2006).

Courageous is my soulmate.  I had to put him down on 9/18/15.  His kidneys failed and the vet and I tried everything.  I had to let him go.  I feel like I am incomplete without him.  I had 3 cats before him and still have another 3 remaining.  I love them all dearly and they are all spoiled but he was so special.  I didn't think anyone could understand the bond I had with him until I found this site.  I just picked up his ashes this afternoon.  I can't get over his loss.  He read my mind; always understood my moods; followed me around the house all the time; slept next to me.  I look for him everywhere and walk around the house talking to him.  I may sound like a nut but I'm not.  I just never felt such a connection to anyone, either human or animal, like I do with him.  I feel like his presence is still in the house.  My other male cat, Duke, keeps looking for him and crying for him.  That breaks my heart.  I would always tell friends and family that Courageous was my soulmate and they would just call me a crazy cat lady.  I just never realized how much we were connected until I had to let him go.  I'm lost without my boy.